Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own Ashley and Marley

A/N:Okay, so a user over on Quizilla asked me if I would write her a story. I thought I would just post it on here as well. Not sure how it's gonna turn out or what all I'm doing in it.
It takes place around Season One, but I am not following the Seasons. As I had told some of my readers, as well as myself, I do not plan to write another story that follows the Seasons while/after I write my Annie/Dean series. I hope you like it! Enjoy! :)

Some Character Info:

Ashley Collins
Age: 20
While on a camping trip with her brother and friends Ashley's world gets turned upside down, Something attacked and she witnessed her brother get torn to shreds right before her eyes. Trying to find an escaped from the creator she is rescued by the Winchester brothers.

Marley Leyton
Age: 23
Marley is the daughter of the owner ofa hotel the Winchester brothers find a hunt at. Marley gets captured and the brothers and Ashley try to find her before time runs out.

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Heart pounding, feet thudding is all she could hear, but she knew it was out there--whatever the Hell it was.

Her feet ached as sticks and rocks dug into the souls. She had left her shoes at the camp when it attacked. Hearing the screams was all it took to have her heart racing and her face going white...but seeing her brother literally being torn apart had her taking off through the woods.

"Somebody! Help!" She knew the odds were against her, but she screamed anyway. "Please!"

Something snapping cause her to look to her right.

"You're okay. You're okay." She murmured to herself as she looked around. "Just make it to the road, you'll be okay."

Still not looking where she was going, she gave a surprised yelp when her foot caught on a fallen branch and she fell to the ground. Whimpering she pushed herself up and took off running again.

Her hands and knees burnt as she ran, both of which bleeding from the fall. Tears clung to her lashes as she willed herself not to let them fall.

Growling came from behind her--or was it above? God, she couldn't tell and that only made her run faster.

"Help me! Somebody!" She screamed.

The growling got louder and seemed even closer than before, and with it came rustling, it sounded like footfalls.

"Get down!" A gruff voice yelled out.

She didn't need to be told twice and dropped, clenching her hands to her ears when gunshots went off along with a high pitched hissing from the thing.

"You're okay." She heard but didn't raise her hand. "It's going to be okay."

It's going to be okay. With that thought running through her head she gave in to the blackness.

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